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be my tenants. Elena doesn’t set foot on the property. If she does, you’re all out.”
“But she has nowhere to go,” my mother cried. “Her penthouse — the bank already took it!”
“Then she’ll find somewhere,” I said. “Maybe she can try a thrift store. I hear they have great sweaters.”
“To the airport, Marcus,” I said. “I promised Lily continue reading …
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